Darion looked left and right at the others who were watching, then at the armored form of the VVal-mart Heir, he pointed at himself.

  “Yes, dolt. I was talking to you.”

  Darion shrugged. “Fuck it then… we ball.”

  The other 4 stopped what they were discussing, to watch the unfolding spectacle.

  Skippy dashed towards Darion his hand going up over his shoulder to draw his two hander, his boots glowed a spearmint green. Darion guessing that this must be a movement enchantment from he grieves. He dropped his hand low and tossed his chakram underhand at the approaching heir. It flew past his hip with a twist of his waist. somehow his derisive snort carried through, and in a burst of speed he drew his sword and slashed, But Darion wasn’t there any more. What everyone else saw was Darion throwing his Chakram past Skippy’s hip and appear behind him holding it.

  In several whip-like movements Darion threw his chakram at the back of Skippy's helmet, the back of his knee, each hit had the weapon reappear in his hand after impact. After the knee shot Darion pivoted as Skippy lost his balance. As he moved he transferred his weapon to his other hand and reached up over his shoulder to hook the bottom edge of Skippy's helmet with all four fingers of his right hand, pulling the already off balance man into a one armed shoulder throw, helm first. For a moment while so much of their bodies were in contact, Darion was limbed in a toxic purple light.

  Skippy's armor began to crumble as he flew through the air naked and confused. It must have been a set because even the under amour deconstructed after the hunger of the void consumed the enchantments placed on it.

  *****

  You have consumed the enchantment Double str

  You have consumed the enchantment Double Dex

  You have consumed the enchantment Double con

  You have consumed the enchantment Double agi

  You have consumed the enchantment Double int

  You have consumed the enchantment Double per

  You have consumed the enchantment Double cha

  You have consumed the enchantment Bulwark

  You have consumed the enchantment Dash

  The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

  You have consumed the enchantment Life steal

  You have 20 potential

  As you have won this contest you are awarded 30% exp to the next level.

  *****

  Darion glanced up from his display window to see everyone shielding their eyes, including a Carl who must have seen things about to go down and returned.

  “Oh god… no one needs to see that." the man said before stripping off his tactical shorts and tossing them over the prone Skippy’s naked form. Clearly the man was compensating for real life. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, a sculpted physique, and… something else that was most likely exaggerated. The man just stared for a few moments before the truth kicked in. and in a flash he was on his feet trying to pull the shorts on while spewing insults and complaints about his gear being destroyed.

  “You idiot! Do you know how expensive this armor was?! It was a prototype! I was lent this set! You will pay for this! You fucking peasant! You fucking retail worker! My family owns you contractually!”

  Carl stood there now in his heart patterned boxers, looking like he was torn, regretting helping this buffoon and not wanting to have seen his junk. He turned to the other 4 who had been watching “can you believe this guy?” he thumbed at the raging Scion. And then at Darion who was still just standing there. “So uh… what'd I miss in the fifteen seconds I was walking away?”

  Ilia thumbed over at Skippy. “That Dipshit proclaimed himself the party leader because of his ties with the Adventurers guild. We told him to fuck off.” Then she pointed first at Derek and then Darion. “Derek asked him if he could even fight. And he Singled out that guy to make an example. You came back right before the fight started.”

  Just then Skippy must have built up enough steam because he charged Darion again with his two handed sword raised. This charge was far more awkward without his doubled stats giving him unnatural grace speed and agility. Suddenly his sword glowed a sky blue. And Skippy split into 4, in Darion ilia and Jake’s spheres of perception they saw which clones were mana shells and which actually contained organs and a core. Without missing a beat, Darion dashed in at the real Skippy. no enhanced senses other than his perception. He used the forearm plates and ridges to parry the flat of the descending blade towards the ground. As his waist rotated he dropped his Chakram, placed his left hand to push the blade down before making a fist with the right hand and then reversing the rotation into a full on leaping uppercut.

  Skippy arced gracefully through the air before landing squarely on his head. As the hunger of the void was still active Skippy’s sword was no more and now he had a pale washed out spot on his jaw. The remaining five let out an audible oof.

  “You shoulda just took his head and been done with it.” Ilia said to Darion.

  “I know,” he said as he looked at something in the middle distance before standing and dusting himself off. “But that corporate shitbird had enough ties on the outside that if we let him die first he will get to tell the story. And i didn't want to give him the advantage…”

  Derek and Ilia began to laugh and Carl shook his head in disgust. Jake just stood at the back watching. “We're streamers. I know how real this place feels. You wanna apply logic and normal concepts. But everything that has happened has been recorded and Streamed.”

  Carl shook his head. “That may be true but now it would just be cold blooded murder. I'll take responsibility for this asshat... If he dies throughout the course of things he dies. But I'm not ok with murking an unconscious person even if they are a Corporate shitbird as Darion said. Any how.” he said as he slung Skippy over his shoulder. “Continue with your self betterment through mutilation or whatever it was you were gonna do before.” and with that Carl once again strode off.